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She drank champagne out of a coffee mug She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day Her face was naked to the world every day, natural Her heart was naked to the world too Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her She danced through time and time danced through her And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow When the world penetrated her reality Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away. Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here She is in her own golden reality And the wind blows                                        her                                                         a            w    a         y.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
When the Wind Blows.....
She drank champagne out of a coffee mug She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day Her face was naked to the world every day, natural Her heart was naked to the world too Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her She danced through time and time danced through her And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow When the world penetrated her reality Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away. Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here She is in her own golden reality And the wind blows                                        her                                                         a            w    a         y.
posted on my new blog: http://thewindblewheraway.blog.com/2016/03/03/when-the-wind-blows/ ‎
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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